Some weeks back I hired a swim coach. I can swim mind you, just not well. I’m more of a cannon-ball, doggie-paddle kind of swimmer that could survive out in the open ocean for all of 10 minutes before I would go sadly under. I used to think I could swim anyways… that is until I met my swim coach for the first time. She analyzed my swim for about 30 seconds and deemed my ability a notch above beginner… that is, I can survive if I were thrown into the water… barely. So she’s been teaching me slowly… technique… drills… but it wasn’t doing much for me… even most of my session last night, I seemed to flounder more than swim, seemingly swallowing half of the water in the pool… and that weird curly hair I found in my mouth surely didn’t come from me… But last night, something happened toward the top of the hour. The drills were working… and before I knew it, I was taking long swipes with high elbows with minimal effort. I was gliding through the water… I felt comfortable. A couple of weeks ago, I could only swim 2 laps straight… last week, I swam up to 4… last night I went 8 laps without a pause. I know, doesn’t sound like a lot… but for me, it’s proof that the training matters… the time matters. I suspect I may be up to 12 laps next week… anyone want to join me?